Monday, April 06, 2009

Thirteenth Night

Thirteenth Night

Two weeks in all, to leave now does not seem possible. These last midnight waves, offspring of that first afternoon. How they roll within us, anticipation turned to experience, memory breaking on the beach under a sea of stars.

Tomorrow we shall leave. Tomorrow we take it all away, because we go together. Nothing will be left behind. None of these evenings, my love, have been sunsets. It’s the world that moved and spun as we kicked the sand.